Vicky was a bit quiet when I get there, but went off again to the pub. Once again I found the magazine after the k**s had gone to bed, and was rubbing...my cock as I read the letters. I was really into it, so got the surprise of my life when Vicky said what do you think you are doing.I jumped up, and get red faced as I said sorry to her. She looked at me and said she knew I had been looking at the magazine last week, and that I must be a bit of a perve. I wasn’t sure how mad she was so didn’t. You’re hardly a ‘boy’.”“What caused this?”She sniffed and raised her menu. “Can’t tell you. Sadstory.”“Really. No hook-ups, no petting and groping, nokissing or tongue sucking?”“Never. I hate it. I’ve been trying to learn to lovegirls but it’s difficult. I don’t like kissing themeither.”I tried to digest that and after that we had our mealin silence, more or less. But once we were alone inthe car, I. ”“Oh hell no. I think she’s fine, but I just prefer my girls with a bit more meat in the backside. But I heard what happened, and trust me if I had been there I would have stomped them myself. You’re a good dude, and I’m glad you’re OK.”I heard a familiar voice, and turned to look at the TV. Yep, “Holly Wood” was on again. She was talking about how she had never thought of making love to an Asian girl before. The Asian in question had nipples like I could barely believe, large and puffy. And. Or something. She pushed him softly away, and got out of bed to take a shower.It was not until she began to put on her makeup, that she noticed two puncture wounds on her neck. Even so, she probably would have assumed he'd used a bit too much tooth during the hickey. Paul was often less than gentle in bed. However, the marks were glowing softly.After a few dates during the day, she knew Paul wasn't a vampire... unless he'd been turned within the last week. She didn't remember if she'd ever gone.